"Quick! Notify Yao Qian," Yao Si shouted, gripping Qu Ze's collar with one hand. Her patience had completely evaporated and she didn’t want to stay with this troublemaker any longer.
"I'm afraid I can’t." Qu Ze waved the hand that was covered in flower mucus innocently. "Other than the ability to digest, this flower’s juice also probably has the function of blocking out signals." Besides, he didn’t have that man’s contact number anyways.
"Then what should we do?" Surely that wasn’t to stay here and be digested by the flower.
"Set your heart at ease, your highness," he replied carelessly. "The Gluttony can't digest bloodlings, soon it will realize we're not delicious and will spit us out."
"..." Next time say such things earlier!
Oh, the tired heart! Ever since Yao Si got involved in the civil war of the bloodlings as an innocent bystander, she had never been this tired. Yellow haired people were certainly no good folks.
